NOVEL NEXT Chapter 69 Level 3 Resettlement Area
In order to facilitate management, the first, second and third level resettlement housing areas in the base are separated by walls.
The base has set up checkpoints in specific places and arranged police guards. You need to swipe a Tinder card to pass.
The base has regulations. Under normal circumstances, high-level fire cards can freely pass through low-level resettlement areas, but low-level fire cards cannot enter high-level resettlement areas.
On the one hand, the base is to ensure the safety of high-level resettlement areas.
The status of people who can live in high-level resettlement areas is not simple. They include leaders, experts, rich people, etc.
The people living in low-level resettlement areas are basically ordinary refugees, poor and destitute, with no food and no life at all.
Those at the top of the pyramid are afraid of being coveted by those below, so of course they must guard against it and maintain a strict hierarchy.
On the other hand, people do not suffer from scarcity but from inequality.
Although the basic living conditions for refugees at the bottom are guaranteed in the base, the configuration of resettlement houses at different levels varies greatly.
For example, the second and third level resettlement houses are both 30 square meters.
A second-level apartment allows one person to live in one room and has a separate bathroom and kitchen, so he or she can solve life problems without leaving the house without being disturbed by others.
On the third level, 30 people have to be squeezed into the same room, and the bathroom and pool are public, so there is no privacy at all.
There is even no place to store personal belongings. Maybe if you go out to use the toilet, even the bedding on the bed is at risk of being swept away.
If people living in the third-level resettlement areas never know what the specifications of the first- and second-level resettlement areas look like, they won't have any complaints.
After all, how could a frog in a well complain? They would just be like a donkey pulling a mill, carrying a heavy burden day after day.
But if they are all mixed together and there is no regional management, who has seen high-level resettlement housing and is willing to go back to live in that pig cage?
That would cause a huge commotion!
The upper levels of the base are most afraid of riots. After all, in terms of quantity alone, the population living in the third-level area accounts for 70% of the total existing population of the base.
In the future, the base will gradually expand, and the third-level area will only become larger and larger, while the first- and second-level areas will be fixed and will not increase.
Mu Jiu swiped her card and entered the third-level resettlement area, feeling familiar instantly.
Because there are no commercial societies in the third-level resettlement area, the first floors of all buildings here have been made into small facades facing the street.
At the price of 10 points per month, the government rents it to refugees who want to do business as a place for material transactions.
It can probably be equated to the official market in the base.
But the difference from the original market is that in addition to objects, crafts can also be sold here.
For example, beauty massage, traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture, etc.
Sister Li, the traditional Chinese medicine doctor who saved Mu Jiu's life in her previous life, also owns a store in the market at the base.
Mu Jiu walked in that direction based on her memory, and soon she was standing at a familiar street corner.
But the environment here is really chaotic. At this moment, a group of people are surrounding the boss at the intersection. It sounds like they are fighting.
Mu Jiu was too lazy to watch the excitement and walked straight towards Sister Li's store.
But at this moment, the store door is wide open and there is no one in the store.
Mu Jiu asked the uncle in the store next door, "Excuse me, where has this store owner gone?"
The uncle held the small hand stove and glanced at her up and down, looking at what she was wearing. She was wearing an orange one-piece cold-proof suit and hiking boots. She looked very expensive!
So the uncle didn't want to answer her question, but asked: "Who are you? You shouldn't be from our side, right?"
Mu Jiu pursed her lips, reached out from her pocket and took out a small pack of Oreo biscuits and handed it over, "I'm here to see Sister Li for medical treatment."
This kind of biscuit is a local brand of Meili Country. When we raided the warehouse supermarkets, we collected a lot of them.
This thing is also very popular in China. It has high calories, sugar and fat content. The important thing is that it fills up.
The uncle glanced at the biscuit sideways, couldn't help but swallowed, accepted the biscuit unnaturally, and then purred toward the intersection.
"That's not true! But if you want to see a doctor, you probably won't be able to see a doctor today. Come back another day.
Those who are officials are inhumane. I think the base area chief is a gangster.
Obviously everyone has already paid the rent for the shop, but now they still have to make it difficult for everyone to pay the protection fee and tea fee.
It's all a small business, how can I hand over so many points!
If you don't pay, you will be beaten, and after the beating, you will have to drive them away. They are simply helpless, and the official people will not take care of it..."
Mu Jiu didn't listen to the uncle's nagging complaints and rushed towards the crowd on the opposite side.
Mu Jiu heard Sister Li mention the unspoken rules for opening a shop.
But at that time, she spoke calmly and had everything under control. She just pretended it was not a big deal, but the result turned out to be so serious.
But when Mu Jiu rushed into the crowd, what he saw was not Sister Li, but a young man.
At this moment, he was being beaten by five or six people in uniforms, with sticks and fists, beating the man until he screamed.
But the young man could only curl up in a ball and wait patiently for these people to vent their anger...
Mu Jiu asked the aunt watching the excitement uncertainly, "Is this person the owner of the traditional Chinese medicine shop?"
The aunt next to her frowned and whispered: "The boss is a woman and was taken away by that gang just now.
The person being beaten on the ground was the woman's biological brother. He refused to let them take away his sister, so he was beaten by a group of people.
In the end, my sister was taken away..."
Brother? When Mu Jiu met Sister Li in her previous life, she was alone and never mentioned her brother at all.
Could it be that... her brother died early?
Thinking of this, Mu Jiu couldn't help but look at the young man who was beaten until he vomited blood on the ground. If this continued, he might really die here.
In her previous life, Sister Li was kind enough to save Mu Jiu, who was seriously ill, even though her life was difficult.
It would probably be difficult for her to return this life-saving grace to Sister Li in full.
Love the house as much as the bird, and the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, not to mention the kindness of saving a life.
Immediately, the onlookers saw a bright orange figure running into the fight.
With his hand wearing brown leather gloves, he grasped the thick wooden stick that was about to hit the young man's head on the ground, and easily threw the man to the side.
The man who was thrown away fell so hard that he couldn't stand up. He yelled and cursed fiercely:
"Nah! Who dares to do something to me? I don't want to hang around here anymore! Hiss!"
Several other beaters also stopped beating people and stared at the woman who suddenly appeared with alert expressions on their faces.
"It's cold and the bones are brittle. Hitting the head will kill you."
Mu Jiu patted the non-existent dust on his gloves and said slowly.
"Little girl, who are you! Dare you teach your grandpa a lesson here? You want to die!"
One of the beating men pointed at Mu Jiu, trying to crush her to death.
The next second, his outstretched finger was pinched fiercely by Mu Jiu, and he pulled it upward with a crisp sound!
He had no chance to withdraw his hand, and a heartbreaking pain hit him...
"Didn't your grandpa tell you that it's impolite to point your finger at someone?"
After Mu Jiu finished speaking, he pushed the person forward, and Brother Broken Zhi directly pressed towards Brother Pidun, and gave the elder brother a heavy hammer when he couldn't stand up.